#i hope this is good.... im rusty

[boatemboys]

Doooooo you wanna draw moss etho and arctic fox bdubs maybe :>

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST!!! Waow first time drawing both of them :D

[atmospheral]

Distantly, he hears Sanji say it. "You know that's not Ace." And he knows this. The wavy hair, the freckles, the slight furrow of his brow even in unconsciousness. How could he not?  Even now, white-haired and black-winged and strung up in green fluid, he is Luffy's brother. And he hears himself reply. "I know. But I'm still taking him with us." - if i could see your face once more

seraphim ace AU inspired by @lunisoular's amazing art (1, 2) and also by the fact that ace was offered a position as a shichibukai (which he turned down)

black-haired seraphim!ace under the cut:

[tizzymcwizzy]

had a good drawing day today :)

[twingeof-cosmic-angst]

Big Finish writers every single time they write an audio for Owen Harper:

[arahabakix]

SIX CHARACTERS; pt. 2

thanks to @distortedlightbeam @kimdokjas @karura @rashoumonzz @naoamaya @lilium-dragomir for the suggestions!!!!

[softspokenlibrarian]

@witchoftrinity

It’s hard to miss the familiar color of pink through the crowds, flying past him where he’s been taking a break on the benches off to the side, looking like she’s practically on a mission. Something must have caught her eye, he figures, but she’s so fast!

“Mika! Where are you headed in such a hurry?!” For that matter, his voice also doesn’t carry well in noisy places. Of course he’s just relieved to (potentially) see someone he knows! Besides that, seeing her safe is also a relief, knowing what this place could pull at any moment. But there’s so much going on with hustle and bustle of summer being in full swing and he’s not nearly fast enough to catch up either, even when he tries to follow after her with the worry that she might get herself into trouble zipping around the shopping district like that.

[catboyidia]

Hsuwjd8ws I'd be honored if you did a drabble for it, so def feel free if you want to!

i’m so sorry this took so long and that its not very good! and for the purposes of this drabble, i made kadaj, yazoo and loz be asg’s kids, i hope you don’t mind! for anyone who doesn’t know the prompt, heres a link to the original ask!

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“Hey, we’re stuck at work. Do you think you could pick up the kids for us, please?” Angeal’s voice rang out through the phone, sounding pleading and urgent.

“Yeah of course, no problem” Zack replied.

Zack pulled up to the school in no time and stumbled his way through the halls to find the classroom, trying his hardest not to get lost. But he quickly spotted Kadaj and Yazoo playing through the classroom windows and breathed a sigh of relief.

As he walked through the classroom door though, he stopped in his tracks when he spotted Cloud, holding Loz, who had happened to fall asleep. He was frozen for a second and accidentally staring at Cloud. He thought Cloud was just the most ethereal being he’s ever laid his eyes upon.

“Do you need help, sir?” Cloud asked Zack, looking at Zack quizzically, as Zack was an unfamiliar face.

“Huh?” He was suddenly snapped out of his trance. “Oh! Yeah! I’m here to pick up the kids!” He answered quickly.

Cloud looked at Zack skeptically for a minute, tightening his hold on Loz in an unconscious protective manner

“You aren’t one of their fathers, what is your relation to them?” Cloud asked, almost accusingly.

“Oh, yeah, their dads couldn’t make it so they asked me to pick up the kids! I’m their awesome uncle!” He puffed out his chest dramatically. Cloud remained unamused, his concern for the kids outweighed any humor he would’ve found in Zack's antics.

Luckily for Zack, his obnoxious behavior grasped Kadaj's attention and he ran over to Zack, screaming “uncle Zack!” and raising his arms up, signaling that he wanted Zack to pick him up. That made Cloud a little less anxious of Zack's presence, because obviously the kids knew Zack.

“Do you know this man?” Cloud crouched down to ask Kadaj, and also Yazoo who had made his way over shortly after Kadaj.

“Uh huh!” Kadaj and Yazoo both nodded simultaneously.

Zack was finally able to pick up on Cloud’s wariness of him and quickly realized he should actually explain himself.

“I’m a close friend of their dads, I’m even on the emergency contact list for the kids.” He explained as Cloud stood up straight again.

“Okay, just give me one moment.” Cloud spoke a little more casually with Zack now, as Cloud walked over to his desk and searched through some files, picking out the folder for the kids.

“Do you have any form of identification?” Cloud said while pulling out the paper that held the emergency contacts and the authorized parties that were allowed to drop off and pick up the children.

“Yeah, of course” Zack quickly pulled out his wallet, fumbling with it slightly as he pulled out his ID and handed it over to Cloud, verifying he was who he said he was.

As Cloud verified the information, he handed Zack’s ID back and chuckled awkwardly.

“Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to be so rude, but I take the safety of the kids very seriously." Cloud apologized and held out his free hand, the one that wasn’t currently cradling a sleeping Loz, towards Zack, indicating that he wanted to shake hands.

“Nah, no worries! Its a good thing you’re so protective of them!”

Zack beamed with excitement as he shook Cloud’s hand.

“The kids call me Mr. Strife, but you can just call me Cloud.” Cloud introduces himself as he shakes Zack's hand, a polite smile on his face.

“That’s a cute name.” Zack says before he can even think about it, being completely enamored by Cloud.

Eventually, after a short while of talking with Cloud, he takes the kids home.

And a few days later, after another few times picking up the kids, Zack still can’t get Cloud’s face out of his mind. So he devises a foolproof plan to ensure he’s able to see Cloud again, even though Angeal, Sephiroth and Genesis were available to get their kids.

“Please, please, please!!! Can I please pick up your kids again!!!” Zack begs Angeal. This was it. This was his genius plan to be able to see Cloud again. Begging on his knees for Angeal, Genesis and Sephiroth to let him pick up the kids from school again.

“I… Um… I forgot my wallet at the school last time! So I really need to go pick it up, and I can pick up the kids while I’m there!” He tries to make up an excuse. It’s an obvious lie, especially because Angeal is currently staring at the chain on Zack's pants. The chain being from the chain wallet they got Zack so Zack would stop losing his wallet. But the three looked at each other and smirked, finding Zack’s attempts at an excuse absolutely hilarious.

“Yes, go ahead.” Genesis said, an undeniable humor in his voice. “Go get the kids, and maybe try flirting with Mr. Strife a bit better this time!” Genesis added with a smirk.

“Yes! Thank you!” He exclaimed and bolted towards the door, before he could even register that they were onto his plan of flirting with Cloud.

When he arrived, he greeted Cloud immediately.

“Hey! Long time no see!” He had just picked up the kids yesterday. “Unfortunately their dads were still like super busy.” He said, as if he didn’t just beg them to let him pick up the kids instead.

Cloud couldn’t help but laugh a little at Zack's antics. “We just saw each other yesterday.” Cloud pointed out, but he was obviously delighted to see Zack again.

“Haha yeah whatever!” Zack brushed off Cloud’s statement like it wasn’t true. “Anyways, the kids look busy so maybe we could talk for a bit.” Zack said hopefully, even though all three of the kids were running up to him and calling out to him, clearly not busy at all.

“Yes, I would like to see more of you, but maybe not while I'm working.” Cloud said, getting straight to the point, but very amused by Zack’s antics.

Cloud was in fact very charmed by Zack, and it showed throughout their entire conversation. Cloud let their conversation go on for quite a while until the kids started pestering Zack that they wanted to go home.

“Wait a moment!” Cloud called out just before Zack left. Quickly, Cloud made his way to his desk and haphazardly scribbled out a note for Zack.

Cloud walked up to Zack, with a faint blush on his cheeks. “Call me.” Cloud whispered in Zack’s ear as he winked while pulling away, making Zack tense up in response, and if Zack had a tail it would be wagging rapidly in that moment.

As the next few days passed, he called and texted Cloud religiously, but he was somehow still just a little too oblivious to the fact that Cloud liked him too.

So Zack continued to make the world’s stupidest excuses to get Angeal, Sephiroth and Genesis to let him pick up the kids. And they let him, wanting to see how the little crush Zack and Cloud had on each other would turn out.

[lizzienoodles]

the good news: first draft of gail and loki's first date is actually complete the bad news: i have to edit over 4500 words and draw companion art

[ihatetiktoks]

idk if you remember but some time ago we were talking about kiri accidentally suffocating/rolling on top of you in bed and keeping you hidden until like,,,in the morning denki walks in like 👁👄👁 where’s yn 👁👄👁 and kiri uncovers you like a blanket then (not sure if it was ihb or tli but either way it’s forever stuck in my brain)

anyways this reminded me of that LOL:

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMFpgyNan/

it makes me think of like…say the boys wanna hang out with you while you’re with kiri and keep interrupting your time together or keep hogging you so your full attention isn’t on him and he gets pouty so he tries to hide u with his body LMAO it sounds dumb but it’s so funny to me I wanted to share with you

(also hi cato!! I hope you’re doing okay!! ily <3)

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anon🥺... i do remember that post!!! and i would try to find it again if it weren't so far back probably. i think it must've been one of the original smotherer!kiri posts on ihb :')) (even tho we do talk about it a lot now on tli too hehe)

bhjkjakjdhfa i'm yelling tho... typical case of "becoming friends w/ your boyfriend's friends..." like kiri knew they wouldn't HATE you but... he didn't expect them to like you so much that they'd bother you every. single. time. you came over. asking to sit and have breakfast with them, play video games, give advice... LMAOOOO it's no wonder they're always barging in on you both in his room!!

but i agree he gets pouty! denki or sero or even bakugo busting into the room when you're cuggling bc they literally saw u come over last night and know u haven't left... but not seeing u anywhere and going:

"...kiri... where's y/n?🤨"

and he's just like "hmmmm idk" trying to be so serious WHIL E YOU'RE FUCKING GIGGLING UNDER THE COVERS DJFADJKF

(or even like... when you're out in the living room, throwing a blanket over u when he can hear the boys outside abt to open the front door, playing games w/ them you have to be wrapped up on his lap, EATING DINNER and someone comes in the kitchen and he's holding up a napkin so you can't make eye contact lmaoooo screaming... YOU'RE SO RIGHT!!!)

really no surprise when kiri finally takes u to the japanese home depot and makes u pick out a new door with a LOCK on it😩😩😩 but... hard not to love that big puppy anyway🥰

...thank you sm for sharing anon!!! hopefully u don't mind my additions WEEEE i just loved this a! lot! also i'm kinda laughing bc just today i saw this tik tok too and was thinking about kiri too LMAOOO (texting those pics to bakugo and making him smack him to free u lololol)... it's like u read my mind❤️

(and hi back to u too mwah<3)

[espectres]

@kudakenai sent:

 ∗ 34﹕ shou is found by yukako somewhere he shouldn’t be . + ∗ 95﹕ yukako cradles shou's face .

[ 100 NONVERBAL PROMPTS ] ...  ▬▬▬   accepting !

TRAINING IS SUPPOSED TO BE A PRIVATE MATTER , unless he finds a sparring partner or some sort of aberration that wants trouble, Shou keeps mostly to himself, and his energy ravish by the freedom of his isolation as he finds somewhere abandoned and seemingly wrecked. Hands ball into knuckle-white fists, a long exhale signals his readiness, and he decides that he'd be the one to bring this place into its final form of wreckage. 

That's when he can let loose, strength not held back by any strategic limit nor the fear of hurting passersby or even comrades & friends in worst case scenarios. Power hums intensely within his core, fierce & fast as it pulses & runs through his veins without reins and explodes into every punch and kick that breaks through concrete and splits old wood in halves. Dust surrounded the place in a husky cloud, the colours of his aura cut through with a flash & torrent as he aims and delivers and destroys, over and over as his knuckles bleed and his muscles whine in pain that he actively ignores. 

Because the walls aren't falling apart with one hit, and the rubble of his own destruction is becoming harder and harder to dodge. Turbulence settles in the flow of his energy as frustration tightens his chest. Weak, weak and even weaker - each hit feels less empowered by his own strength and more by his overflowing emotions, because he isn't fast enough, nor strong enough, and nothing he does seems to change this fact no matter how hard he tries and the weight of these truths crushes him beneath with no chance to even fight his way out like he's always done and it's frustrating, it's so frightening, it's so shameful.

And he doesn't know what to do about it, he doesn't know how to deal with it, all he knows is the dauntless urge to break something, and he can't exactly tell if it's the walls he's trying to destroy or the bones of his hands. He doesn't get to that point, luckily, as interruption arrives in the form of a familiar presence that he almost doesn't precept- and a voice that cuts through the chaos of his now blind, aimless rampaging. Like a deer caught in the headlights, eyes wide & crazed, frantic, everything freezes but not the heavy rise and fall of his chest and the dripping of sweat from his chin. Or at least what he believes was sweat, until he picks on the raw smell and the amount and realizes it's blood trailing from top of his head, across his forehead where the line parts, drenching his face in glistening lively red. 

" Anee-ki ... " 

What was suppressed by emotions and adrenaline now finds a chance to surface as Yukako centers his vision, and the storm in his mind dissipates along what was left of his energy, his senses gradually return in sync. His hands ache and twitch, and Yukako rushes to his side. Subtly, the form of those same hands seem to distort, fingertips almost transparent ;  a useless, desperate attempt to hide away the smaller injuries, maybe then she wouldn't get so worried- maybe then he wouldn't feel guilt twisting his gut as she takes his face into her careful hold, grounding him on a way he didn't know was possible. One of his hand moves to hold onto her arm almost immediately, bringing her along as he finally allows his exhausted body to sink onto the ground. 

Head wounds bleed a lot. His healer has once told him with a deep frown, Shou recalls it despite the profound throbbing pain in his head. And they don't close with ease. Shou wonders if Yukako knows of all these little facts, medical trivia he has gained after sustaining such injuries before. There is nothing new this time, either. No matter how careful he claimed to be, he ended up hurting himself like a child injuring their knee while playing outside. But unlike a trusting little thing, he doesn't find it easy to whine and cry for a bandage or a get-well kiss, tormented by his false confidence and responsibility towards every action. He did this to himself. Why should Yukako worry & fret ?  How come he'd eneded up hurting her like that ?  It's stupid, unbecoming, unfair. 

He can't meet her eyes just yet, his own gaze wavering & shaking under the weight of headache and every little dumb feeling, but his hand never lets go, and he leans closer to the safety of her presence, despite himself. " Your dress ... " Blood drips from his face onto fabric over Yukako's knees, staining the innocent thing that had nothing to do with any of this. He apologizes, then, to the dress and her stained hands and the kindness behind her fierce eyes- even if it's pointless to do som " I'm sorry. " 

[lrdvyke]

❛  look  at  me .  ❜ from d

@luredeep !

Pain has been so constant that anything beyond it felt impossible to achieve. As if his life, no longer what it once was, was not meant to be lived in anymore, but to survive. Survive, only barely, thinking it was to be over once he met with a familiar gold face within the snow. Yet impossibilities began to stack on top of each other as Darian stood at the head, leading it all towards Vyke to be felt again. One after another, day after day; a frenzied mind trying to catch up to it, to take all in hand and give back tenfold.

Perhaps that is why his grip tightens, fingerprints almost bruising against the pallid flesh of narrow hips that lower itself upon Vyke. He feels the small resistance of Darian give away, eased by the aid of oil from pressed flowers, and spread around him until fully encased by the velvety warmth. The feeling is familiar enough that a dry sob almost comes out with his breathless moan. It takes more restraint than he has to keep from moving right away. Even when Darian settles in this seated position ( with his flesh rising in a crawling shiver throughout his nerves at the feel of the man's hands ghosting along his arms ), Vyke only presses his forehead to his shoulder and gulps down much-needed air.

Pain seems almost nonexistent. Not even a distant light, but merely an afterthought to knowing what may happen once the pleasure finally recedes as it is wont to do.

Thus, Vyke holds. ❛ Don't move—not yet, ❜ he says, voice a quiet hush as his hands slide from hips to encircle arms around Darian and press him flush against his chest. His head moves away, only so that he may ghost lips along the curvature of the other, from collarbone to down his sternum. His tongue laps at the indents, at the subtle rise of Darian's chest, across to any scar new and old that decorate the expanse of skin easy to reach. He maps it all out regardless, quick to take the taste of the other and recommit it back to memory. The salt of sweat, the metallic from sitting within his armor, to simply being Darian. His mouth covers flesh, sucks and nips upon it until he feels the other move above him seemingly involuntarily to his vigilant attentions.

But Vyke holds him tighter, even as he twitches inside of the man, even as his desire mounts in need to simply buck up against the heat. His fingers curl against the small of Darian's back, but Darian's own press into him just as well. Look at me. Even within the night, the voice is equally quiet in its command. Yet it also sets out an acknowledgement to what Vyke has been avoiding without realizing. He knows he has changed. His eye is grotesque within the shifting flame within, not even accounting for the lack of one and the deep burns that form from nose to head.

His head tilts up ( what Darian wants, he shall have. Always. Always. ), his eye looks into the milky blue of Darian's own. Vyke always found the man to be beautiful, a gem behind an impassive mask seen far more than not. A hand reaches up, his own in the search for contact, pressing flat against a cheek cooled by the breeze, before calloused fingers dive into hair the same color as the Erdtree once was. With enough strength to move, but not to hurt, he pulls Darian down into a kiss. Greedy lips sliding against pliant ones, he allows it to be bruising, as if there is no worry to such an action.

It is only then that Vyke begins finally; rolling hips up as he leans back some to give room enough to do so ( free hand digging fingertips into the ground ), and swallowing moans as they spill forth ... A bag of clarifying boluses lay just within reach.

[saccharinerose]

I beat TotK today ✌️

[magentagalaxies]

i should go to sleep but my cat is lying at the end of my bed purring because she loves spending time near me and i want to be awake for this moment

[m88n]

"I feel like people might think of me more as a concept," You start, "Like maybe they're stalking me more than actually trying to get to know me as a person. You know," You continue pseudo-nonchalantly, your fingers gingerly dancing on top of your laptop touchpad, as if to distract yourself from the words you've managed to somehow pull out of thin air. Or rather, the untouched inner depths of your thoughts that's gone unvoiced for so long it simply feels detached--almost foreign to you; as if it were a completely different person that was saying these words.

After these words made its way past your lips, you've been made painfully aware that this is an overrun thought of yours that you've somehow learned to settle with, to be okay with, despite how discouraging it's always been with how you've tried to approach human intimacy.

...Or atleast that's what you tell yourself.

....Other times you do tell yourself, thoughts are just thoughts. Or that perhaps you're the sole catalyst to all these interactions.

Either way, this particular thought always sat strangely in the corners of your mind.

Mark looks at you blankly in response, albeit dead straight at your eyes with quiet conviction. The edges of his lips curve up slightly to what you'd make out as a confused smile. What comes out of his mouth right afterwards, without missing a beat, somehow manages to short circuit the tangledness that you've learned to hold for the longest time. And made you realize that maybe, reality shouldn't be perceived in a scope that has been narrowed to fit some cookie cutter belief.

"...I don't get it. I wouldn't stalk you. Why would I, when I have the real thing right here with me?"

[of-galaxies-and-black-holes]

i think ive grown a little strange in my solitude

[astraebled]

“Xiao is a 10 but he’s tiny. I could probably fit him in my purse if I tried hard enough.”

★ |  * ⋆      -   -  - –  INBOX !  *  ﹡                  ﹡     ✧ * ☇  ( @killrate ! ) *

HE FROWNS.

     "I fail to see how this would be possible, unless you are an Adeptus yourself, or if you were gifted that... purse by the Adepti."

     This wasn't an option that seemed very likely, given how low the chances were of ( what seemed to be ) an ORDINARY HUMAN, even a Vision bearer, to be blessed with a gift from an Adeptus ― when they were already FEW in number, and even FEWER to interact with humans. ( Although there was Madame Ping, A WILD CARD, who could be the type to gift a human for whom she'd taken a liking. )      "―which, WERE YOU ? Because if yes, I do not SENSE IT."

                                              "Furthermore―"

     Xiao opens his eyes, stares at the girl -- golden irises suddenly GLOWING with CHALLENGE.

     "To underestimate one on something as TRIVIAL as appearance could very well be the LAST THING YOU DO in a battle, so I suggest you get rid of that mindset as soon as possible."

✔ ACCEPTING